Horatius (Thomas Babbington Macaulay Poems)
A Lay Made About the Year Of The City CCCLXILars Porsena of ClosiumBy the Nine Gods he sworeThat the great ...
A Lay Made About the Year Of The City CCCLXILars Porsena of ClosiumBy the Nine Gods he sworeThat the great ...
A hall it was, where myriad lamps a richer daylight made,And folds of falling purple gave harmony to shade;And odours, ...
I had a dream this morning off Madeira,About my poem and its publication.Methought it was still-born, and I could hear ...
A metropolitan rat invited His country cousin in town to dine: The country cousin replied, "Delighted." And signed himself, "Sincerely thine." The town rat ...
Lingo of birds was easier than lingo of peasants-they were elusive, though, the birds, for excellent reasons.He thought of Virgil, ...
A Poem: Or Extracts from the Diary of an Officer in the East.Farewell To England.TEN thousand blessings rest upon the ...
The soldier month, the bulwark of the year,That never more shall hear such victories told;He stands apparent with his heaven-high ...
Fabio ! the courtier's hopes are chains that windWith fatal strength around the ambitious mind; And he who breaks or ...
LIKE star points in the ether to guide a homing SoulTowards God's Eternal Haven; above the wash and roll,Across and ...
A Meditation in the British Museum.I say it to myself—in meekest awe Of Progress, electricity and steam, Of this ...
What wonder this?—we ask the lympid well,O earth! of thee—and from thy solemn wombWhat yieldest thou?—is there life in the ...
TUSCAN cypresses,What is it?Folded in like a dark thoughtFor which the language is lost,Tuscan cypresses,Is there a great secret?Are our ...
If instead of windows so amply Frozen to precious stones we had A few statues against azure skies,Or a columned ...
The color of my lady's hair is brown; A hot, rich brown, shot through with fiery gold; That tint Etruscan ...
What end the gods may have ordained for me, And what for thee, Seek not to learn, Leuconoe; we ...
In this blue light I can take you there, snow having made me a world of bone seen through to. ...
How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say, God, ...
Lingo of birds was easier than lingo of peasants- they were elusive, though, the birds, for excellent reasons. He thought ...
Unto like Story -- Trouble has enticed me -- How Kinsmen fell -- Brothers and Sister -- who preferred the ...
The Moon upon her fluent Route Defiant of a Road -- The Star's Etruscan Argument Substantiate a God -- If ...
What wonder this?--we ask the lympid well, O earth! of thee--and from thy solemn womb What yieldest thou?--is there life ...
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